He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The white light subsided, and consciousness settled.

Yunyi's first impression was that it was crowded.

The person was encased in an extremely small space, their body curled up, unable to stretch out their hands and feet, and a moist, warm, and slightly elastic pressure came from all directions.

There was liquid around him, but it didn't soak him; instead, it was blocked by a thin membrane on the outside of his body, which rippled slightly with each breath.

He tried moving his fingers, and his fingertips touched the inner wall of the membrane, which was smooth and tough, like some kind of translucent stratum corneum.

He tried to stretch his body again, pressing his shoulders and knees against the inner wall at the same time. The wall did not move, but the whole space swayed slightly with his movement.

Yun Yi was puzzled. Why did this feeling feel so different?

Could it have been born inside a thermos?

Yun Yi fell silent.

He curled up in the cramped space, repeatedly checking his body structure.

Fingers—no, he didn't have any fingers at all.

He tentatively moved his "hand," but the sensation he felt was a hard, curved, keratinous structure with hooks at the ends.

He moved his "arm" again, the direction of the joint bending was completely opposite to the arm he was familiar with, the whole limb was pitifully short, and the surface was covered with a layer of fine hair, which was both prickly and soft.

He tried to stretch his legs and found that the number was wrong—he actually had three support points, two of which were curled up under his body, thin and brittle, with the same keratinous structure at the ends.

The third support point—no, it was the rudimentary form of a tail feather—extended from the rear of the body, short and pointed, uncomfortable in the narrow space.

He tried opening his mouth again, but what came out was not a sound, but a very faint, almost inaudible chirping sound.

It's not actually a mouth; it's a hard, thin outer shell that opens and closes like two pliers.

bird.

He turned into a bird.

To be precise, it is a fledgling bird that has not yet hatched.

Yun Yi felt a momentary blankness in his mind.

Has he lost all humanity?

[Host detected entering a new world; Mythological Entry System activated—]

[Extracting terms for the host...]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the mythological entry: Eye of Truth!]

[Effect: What the eye can see is truth; it dissects all things; all phenomena are illusory]

Hearing the voice in his mind, Yun Yi came back to his senses and sighed softly.

Fine, one bird it is.

It's much better than being a bug.

But the effect is so bad, it's like there was no introduction at all.

But I'm too lazy to think about it. Judging from the previous entries, this one shouldn't be too far off.

[All authorized users have been detected in place. This is to inform you.]

This world is a middle-thousand world.

[This world has a total of six authorized users and 11,798 reincarnated users.]

The regression conditions are as follows:

[I. Total looted points exceed 10 billion.]

[II. Only those with the highest access levels can return to their original access levels. Currently, there are six users with the highest access levels in the world, and the limit for the number of users who can return is six.]

[Third, it was detected that a certain user's mismanagement led to incorrect judgments by other users in the Reincarnation Hall. Furthermore, this user has repeatedly and maliciously interfered with the amusement park. Therefore, this user's status has been significantly downgraded as a punishment and a warning.]

Yun Yi was stunned after hearing this.

Six authorized users are nothing special, it's normal, and it even feels a bit few this time.

But what the hell are those ten thousand-plus reincarnators?

It wasn't until later that I realized who this was, someone who, like me, enjoyed exploring the amusement park.

He was also followed by more than 10,000 people. What kind of deep-seated hatred or grudge could he have?

No wonder I turned into a bird; I bet a lot of these 10,000+ people are newbies.

I guess I was just unlucky.

He hadn't considered that they were tracking him.

Let's not even talk about how many people he killed in his own cycle of reincarnation.

Last time, only nine people were following them.

Even if there are more this time, there will only be a few people, how could there be as many as 1?

So no matter how you think about it, it's impossible.

The hatching process was much more difficult than Yunyi had imagined.

The milky white eggshell may seem fragile, but for a fledgling bird that can't even open its eyes, it's like an insurmountable barrier.

Yun Yi used his beak to chisel away, and the shell wall made a faint cracking sound from the inside. Light shone through the cracks, piercing the optic nerves that had been dormant in the darkness for who knows how long.

He instinctively closed his eyes tightly, though he couldn't open them anyway.

The eggshell was finally pried open, and cool air rushed in, carrying the scent of grass and earth.

Yun Yi struggled to squeeze out, his thin wings and small claws working together to push the shell walls apart. The whole process was so clumsy that he was speechless.

He attempted to activate the Divine Demon Devouring Heaven technique.

The moment the exercise was started, I felt a blockage.

The spiritual energy in this world is terrifyingly scarce.

Although it is a middle-thousand world, the free energy in the air is not even as concentrated as the edge of his previous world.

In addition, his current physical structure is not human-shaped at all, and the meridian pathways do not match, so the path of the cultivation technique has been forced to be changed again and again, like a great river being blocked into a winding stream.

He exerted tremendous effort to barely muster a wisp of spiritual energy and gather it in his eyes.

His eyes finally opened a crack.

Then Yunyi regretted it.

An endless torrent of information flooded my mind like a burst dam.

Every leaf, every blade of grass, every piece of bark, every grain of soil I saw was instantly broken down into dense data.

Name, attributes, composition, distribution of spiritual power, year of growth, effects and efficacy—all information flooded in at the same time, like an entire encyclopedia of the world being compressed into a cannonball, precisely blasting into his tiny bird head at that moment.

Everything before my eyes was a blur, my head was buzzing, and my whole body was teetering on the edge of the eggshell.

Yun Yi suddenly closed his eyes.

Depend on.

This term is pretty bold.

He gasped for breath, his small chest heaving violently, his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest.

In the instant he opened his eyes, he not only analyzed everything he saw in the forest, but even the omnipresent laws of space and time rushed into his mind.

That was the thing that almost burst his head.

The amount of information at the level of laws is on a completely different scale from that at the level of matter; even with his current soul strength, he almost couldn't withstand it.

If it weren't for its incredibly resilient soul, that bird's head would probably have exploded like a watermelon from that one blow.

It took him a while to recover before he tried to use the sensing function again.

He breathed a sigh of relief a moment later.

This can narrow down the scope of observation.

He focused his attention on a nearby tree branch and cautiously opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the amount of information that flooded in this time was greatly reduced, and only the analysis results of that tree branch appeared in my mind.

He blinked quickly to make sure he could handle this level of information flow before he finally felt completely at ease.

Looking around, he found himself standing on an extremely tall ancient tree.

The tree canopy blocked out the sun, and the branches and leaves were so dense that almost no light could penetrate.

His nest was built on a branch at the top of the tree, the rough bark and dry vines weaving together to form this small home.

Then he heard a faint scraping sound.

Yun Yi turned his head.

A bluish-green snake was coiled on a branch less than a foot away from him, its vertical pupils staring coldly at him, its forked tongue flicking in and out.

The snake's body was three times as thick as him, and it could swallow him whole with its mouth open.

Yun Yi's gaze passed over the snake's body and looked towards the nest.

empty.

His brothers and sisters who should have hatched with him in the nest are gone.

Only a broken eggshell remained, with a few drops of undried blood on the edge.

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at the snake, feeling nothing in his heart.

It's just an ordinary little snake.

He thought to himself that.

Then all the leaves on the tree started to move.

A rustling sound rang out from all directions at the same time, and the layers of green leaves seemed to come alive, with countless slender snakes emerging from the foliage.

Hundreds of vertical pupils locked onto him simultaneously, and hundreds of snake tongues flicked out at the same time, turning the entire tree into a snake pit.